Yu Guang couldn’t understand Gao Leilin’s intentions, but he didn’t refuse either.

Quietly hanging his head, he simply accepted.

Being forced to help Gao Leilin with physics problems every week had become a routine for Yu Guang, and since the other party suddenly wanted to pay, he didn’t feel it was right to refuse.

Yu Guang didn’t want to go to the BLUE bar for the time being, and just as he was wondering how to make an excuse, Gao Leilin conveniently provided him with an excuse.

Out of Gao Leilin’s sight, Yu Guang silently curled his lips.

How did he not notice before that Gao Leilin was sometimes a bit cute? He silently thought to himself.

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Saturday,

The day Yu Guang looked forward to the most every week.

Especially on warm and sunny Saturdays, it made people especially restless.

Not for anything else, just because ever since Ye Si got a new girlfriend a month ago, every Saturday without rain, he would accompany his girlfriend to Nan University’s Lover’s Hill for sketching.

Yu Guang naturally knew Ye Si’s schedule like the back of his hand.

Ye Si’s girlfriend was the beauty of the art department, rumored to be outstanding in appearance and family background, the dream girl of all the male students at Nan University.

Yu Guang sneered at this.

He didn’t want to admit his jealousy, but he couldn’t resist the dark thoughts burning in his heart.

Damn it.

To be able to talk to Senior Ye Si up close, to be able to chat freely…

His nails dug into his palms, but Yu Guang seemed to feel no pain, pressing harder.

Until Gao Leilin suddenly asked, “Where are you going? Every Saturday, you spend so much time in front of the mirror, all girly.”

Stunned for a moment, he only realized what the other party said after a while. Without showing any traces of impatience, Yu Guang clenched his back molars, deciding to retract the thought that Gao Leilin was a bit cute a few days ago.

After straightening the collar of his white shirt and making sure everything was in order, he ignored Gao Leilin, who had sat up on the bed, and picked up his backpack, heading straight out the door.

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It was mid-spring, and the warm sunshine was slanting down.

Lover’s Hill was just as its name implied, with lush vegetation on the sunny slope facing the warm light. Groups of people sat together, surrounded by fresh greenery, bright and lively.

Yu Guang only glanced lightly, but was dazzled by the bright colors.

The sunlight warmed him slightly, making his back feel warm – he hated the feeling of basking in the sun.

He was like moss growing wildly in dark corners, although he tried his best to present the appearance of a pure white daisy, his preference for darkness and dampness was probably ingrained and hard to change in his lifetime.

But when the desolate thought flashed through his mind, there was still another voice buried deep inside him, screaming hoarsely:

You weren’t like this when you were a child!

Tch.

Not sure what he was thinking, Yu Guang chuckled self-deprecatingly.

After a while, he lowered his head again and stared at the ground within two inches, silently walking towards the shady side of Lover’s Hill.

The stray strands of hair swayed lazily, blocking most of the glaring light, also obscuring that hint of coldness.

It wasn’t until he saw Ye Si from afar that the faint dullness in his eyes completely faded away, turning into a hint of subtle fanaticism.

It seemed that Ye Si didn’t like the sunlight either.

Even on sunny days when he accompanied his girlfriend out to sketch, he always sought out shady spots.

This was the shady pavilion on the shady side of Lover’s Hill – a place untouched by sunlight.

Yu Guang thought that Ye Si hadn’t noticed him, so he secretly raised his gaze and cast a slightly audacious look over.

Ye Si was still bowing his head, drawing and painting, using the same pure black Duke fountain pen.

Even though there was a distance between them, Yu Guang felt like he could hear the faint scratching of the metal nib on the rough sketch paper.

Ye Si was very good at drawing – Yu Guang had known that for a long time.

The painting titled “Blood Moon” in the center of the lobby of the Nan University Art Academy was also Ye Si’s work.

Ye Si was simply too perfect, and Yu Guang’s daily observations failed to reveal the slightest flaw in him. Instead, the image of him in Yu Guang’s heart became even more saintly.

The only place that could be considered a flaw also made Yu Guang intoxicated.

Ye Si was inherently indifferent, almost disdainful of the world from a god’s perspective.

But he hid this indifference extremely well. From the outside, Ye Si appeared gentle, noble, and friendly, like a gentleman nobleman stepping out of an oil painting.

It made people feel uncomfortable for no reason, almost ashamed of themselves.

Yu Guang let out a soft sigh and sat cross-legged on the lawn at a distance.

Staring directly at the other party was not good; it was too easy to be discovered.

He withdrew his gaze and took out “The Book of Songs” from his backpack, flipping it open.

But he didn’t actually read it. Bringing the book out was just an excuse, not for reading.

Everything, everything, had only one purpose – to stealthily watch Ye Si while providing cover.

With plenty of natural light, the printed characters gleamed in the sunlight.

“The Book of Songs” was a required book for Chinese language and literature majors. Yu Guang had already memorized it backwards since his freshman year, but now, flipping the pages was just an opportunity to glance at the man sitting in the pavilion not far away.

It was contradictory; Yu Guang clearly knew how great the contrast was beneath Ye Si’s gentle facade, but he still couldn’t avoid it, deceived by Ye Si’s seemingly gentle eyes and eyebrows, almost becoming addicted.

Yu Guang looked somewhat dazed.

Ye Si was wearing a black shirt today, with a heavy texture, and every crease was just right. The cuffs were folded up to the elbows, revealing a particularly fair forearm and protruding wrist bones, as if they were meant to be enchanting.

The pages of the book hadn’t been turned for a long time, until the familiar white-skirted girl entered his line of sight. Yu Guang quickly lowered his head, pretending to flip through the pages of the book hastily, as if embarrassed.

The sound of the air disturbance was a bit loud, exposing his not-so-calm heart.

Yu Guang stared blankly at the pages of the book, the printed words mechanically arranged on the slightly yellowed paper. The sunlight seemed to have shifted, reflecting off the pages into his pupils, shining brightly.

The girl from the art department was named Jiang Xiyue, with a delicate and lovely face.

Even without looking up, Yu Guang could imagine Jiang Xiyue leaning slightly forward, leaning towards Ye Si, handing him the sketch she had drawn, with a bright and shy smile on her face.

The hem of her white dress might brush against Ye Si’s black trousers, a subtle contact.

Usually, at this time, Ye Si wouldn’t reject the girl’s kindness. He would give a faint smile and say, “You’ve drawn beautifully.”

Yu Guang’s left atrium was pricked abruptly.

Yu Guang belatedly thought,

So it’s not black and white shirts that match the best, it’s black shirts and white skirts.

Sure enough, no matter how many times he had seen it, he still couldn’t accept it calmly.

Yu Guang closed his eyes tightly, but when he opened them again, he found a shadow cast before him.

Someone approached him while he was silently brooding with his head down.

“Yu Guang, why do you look so down today?” A slightly smiling, low and familiar voice.

Incredulous – this was the only emotion floating in Yu Guang’s mind at the moment.

He suddenly looked up, and Ye Si was looking at him with a playful expression on his face.

Because Yu Guang was sitting cross-legged on the grass, and Ye Si was quite tall, he had to tilt his head significantly to look at the other person.

It was a passive, even somewhat humble posture.

But Yu Guang liked it very much, almost obsessively.

As if a deity had descended to the mortal world, and the subjects bowed down to worship, he silently thought.

Ye Si looked at him with half-lidded eyes for a while, the playful look fleeting in his narrow and long phoenix eyes, still maintaining his gentle and noble demeanor.

He reached out to him, like a deity helping a believer.

“The grass on the shady slope hasn’t dried completely yet, it’s humid. Let’s get up.”